My daughter is tosser/turner/flipper type of sleeper. She also has pretty much no body fat and gets extremely cold at night, but won’t sleep under covers due to the tossy/turny thing. My solution so far has been to have her wear footed pajamas at night. Well, that worked well until we got to size 3T, when the manufacturers apparently made the decision that they could suddenly stop placing the piece of fabric over the top of the zipper which helps to keep the zipper from digging into the neck. So, her zipper tends to annoy her, which in turn annoys us.
Do you know that in all of the vast Amazon, I could only find ONE 2-piece long sleeve footed pajamas? ONE! Come on now, I know that there are two year olds that are quite big for their age that could totally still be wearing footed pajamas but are ready to start potty training. And do you know what will hamper potty training? Yup, a 1 piece footed pajama!
So clothing manufaturers, what is so hard about making a 2 piece pajama set where the pants happen to have feet? What, I ask?
Also, when my son was about three or four, zip-off pants were everywhere. And I loved them unconditionally. There was nothing not to love, and they especially make sense in the climate we live in, which can be warm in the day, but darn cold at night and in the mornings. But I was only able to buy them for about two years and then, poof! Gone! Never to return!
Sure, I could buy them at a specialty clothing retailer like REI, but I’m not willing to pay that much.
Why do clothing manufacturers hate me so much?
I often bring my son along because he enjoys going, and also because he is forever optimistically thinking I will buy him a cookie or an Icee or something from the food counter.
Him: I need some new toothpaste.
Me: Ok, go pick whichever one you want.
Him: (putting a tube in cart) Ok, I’m taking this one.
Him: No, wait a minute… (goes back to shelf)
Him: I don’t care if it has Disney Princesses on it, I want the Bubblegum flavor.
Now, should I be proud that my nine year old doesn’t care if his toothpaste has the decidedly uncool (for him) Princesses on it, or that in order to get the Bubblegum flavor, you have to get the Princesses?
Me: We need a hand soap refill, choose one for us. I’ll let you decide which scent you like best.
Him: (coming back to cart in record amount of time) Got it.
Me: Oh, what scent did you choose?
Him: I dunno what scent it was, I just picked the pink one. Things that are pink almost always smell good.
Now, should I be concerned about his generalizations about the color pink, or that the scent he actually chose was pink grapefruit, and was the nastiest, most godawful-smelling soap I have ever used in my life?
And does anybody blame me for not taking him to Target with me last night?
50% of you subscribe to discount service sites like Groupon or Living Social. 16% say no way, 27% just stick to local coupons, and 5% have never heard of Groupon and its ilk. I have to say that I enjoy sites like Groupon, because I think I really do get some great deals, better than what’s in the paper. The key is buying something because you WANT it and will use it, not because it’s “just too good to pass up.”
This weekend saw a lot of cleaning happening here, as well as spending our entire day today waiting for an AT&T technician to figure out why our connection is so damn slow. We were told that he would arrive between 8am and 4pm. Which, let me tell you right now, is a ludicrously large window. Yeah, like I want to wait ALL DAY for this person, who will probably show up at 3:55. Alas, we waited in vain, for he never showed up and never called. Glinda and Mr. Glinda are NOT PLEASED, AT&T.
Benicio Del Toro crumpled mightily in the face of Hugh Grant’s baby blues. Benicio is not coventionally handsome, but I sure would let him buy me a drink.
Today I’ve got another UK actor, one which for some reason I’ve not featured before. Not because I don’t find him attractive, he is almost too attractive. He as definitely aged well from his 007 days.
I have no clue if “genderizing” is a real word or not, but I’m going to use it because 1) I am lazy and 2) I don’t really care if it is a real word or not.
Professional journalist, I am not.
I was putting together an asked-for list of toys for relatives to purchase for my daughter on the occasion of her birthday and also Christmas.
Dang if almost anything you can think of comes in either blue and green or pink and/or purple and white.
Sometimes the manufacturer will offer the item in primary colors, and thank God for that. I really tried hard to avoid choosing toys that only came in “girl” colors.
Of course I’d noticed that most girl clothes are highly gendered in particular colors, but up until now, I hadn’t noticed the toys so much. Baby toys tend to come in primary colors already since they are said to stimulate little brains, so most of her toys were red, blue, yellow, and green with some black and white thrown in for good measure. Add to that most of her other “older” toys were passed on from her brother, so things such as the Little Tikes truck (that they sadly no longer make, because that thing rocks!) is blue.
It isn’t that I have anything against “girly” colors, I don’t.
But I want pink to be her favorite color because she truly loves it, not because it’s the main color she’s seen her entire life.
I’m also trying to avoid the entire Disney Princesses thing, but I think I’m going to have a much harder time with that because I loves me some Disney movies. Oh, and we live very close to Disneyland, so I think I’ve pretty much lost the battle already.
I was talking to a friend of mine who wa recently laid off her job of ten years. She spoke of some depression and anxiety, and she wants badly to climb out of the funk. However, losing her job was an unexpected blow to both her ego and her bank account. She has two boys, seven and two years old.
She said that she had been talking to her mother-in-law and the MIL mentioned that she had noticed that my friend had changed since she had first met her.
“You know,” she mused, “You definitely became different after you had the kids. You used to be so happy and carefree.”
Well I’m sorry, but what the hell is suprising enough about that to warrant a comment?
Who among us was not a fairly happy, carefree married/attached woman when things like children and mortgages weren’t in the picture?
It’s really easy to be lighhearted and the life of the party when you don’t have small leeches that suck the life out of you children. Imagine being able to have some time to yourself to read a book, or have a guilt-free workout, or a glass of wine, or any of another million things that become harder when you have children under the age of five.
And I think the worst part of it is that even though the MIL truly wasn’t trying to be critical, I think that if my friend had maintained a devil-may-care attitude, people would have noticed and said that she obviously doesn’t take mothering all that seriously.
Motherhood, the land of no winning.
People have asked other people to send them the spit-infested lollipop of a sick child so that their child could contract chicken pox?
First, it’s a federal offense, second, it won’t even work and third, WHAT THE F@&# IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?
I used to give vaccine-deniers some leeway, but after being proven that a certain oft-quoted study was completely discredited, I will allow no quarter.
Vaccinate your damn kids!
That way, your damn kids won’t give a disease that should by all rights be eradicated to an unsuspecting infant or person with a lowered immune system.
Again, WHAT THE F@&# IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?